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Spock and Christine, Finally! - Back to Earth
Chapter 1
Christine is Sick - Thursday Morning
Already awake two hours earlier, Spock ran a few of his regular errands before 0800 and Alpha shift. He entered their quarters and heard sounds in the bathroom. He listened carefully, then realized what was happening. She was sick. He reached the bathroom door just as Christine was coming out. Still in her nightgown and very pale.
"I swear, if I didn't know better, I'd say I was pregnant."
Christine never saw him move so fast. He hit the comm pad with his fist. "Engineering! Mr. Scott! This is Spock."
"Scott here, what may I do for you?"
Have you engaged the warp field yet?
"Not yet sir, we're just ready to run the preliminary tests."
"Mr. Scott... DO NOT... I repeat, DO NOT engage warp field or warp drive. Do not run tests. Stand down until further orders."
"Stand down, Sir?"
"You heard me. Stand down. I'm notifying the Captain now. Spock out... Bridge, Spock here."
"It's Jim, Spock, what's up?"
"Captain, I have just ordered Mr. Scott to stand down from engaging the warp field. Please meet me in sickbay. Spock out." He turned towards his wife. She backed up.
"Spock, you're scaring me. What are you doing?"
"Everything is going to be alright, be calm." Well, Spock wasn't calm. He wrapped a blanket around Christine and took her up into his arms. He walked quickly to sickbay, carrying her close to him. Entering sickbay, he called out "Doctor!", as he gently laid her on a diagnostic table. "Doctor!" he called again, heading towards McCoy's office. Not yet 0800, McCoy had arrived, holding his cup of coffee. Spock took the cup out of his hand and set it down. He pointed to Christine. Stabbing with his finger towards the table, emphasizing every word. "Doctor, is she, or is she NOT pregnant?.
"Oh, Spock... you've got to be joking. The two of you know better..."
"Does it look like I'm joking? Either you examine her now or I will." Spock now had McCoy a little scared, too.
Snatching his diagnostic tool off the table, "Just... just... calm down. I'll examine her. Hi, Chrissy. You okay?"
"I feel sick Len, I don't know."
"McCoy ran the scanner over her slowly, from head to toe... except he didn't make it to her toes. Holding the scanner steady and looking at his medical tricorder, he was shocked. "Oh. My. God."
"What?!" Christine panicked.
"No Chrissy, it's okay, just..."
"Just what, Doctor?" Spock asked tersely.
"Christine. You're pregnant, nine days to be exact. I don't understand."
"What don't you understand, Doctor?" Spock was still agitated. "Did you not specifically tell me that she did not conceive during the Plak Tow?"
"Yes, I did. And I was correct. The readings are on file. I checked her very carefully before surgery. It's obvious now that she conceived at some point shortly after that time."
Kirk walked into sickbay. Can't run through an automatic door. McCoy got to him first and steered him around. "My office, now!", leaving Spock and Christine alone.
"Bones, what's going on? What's with Spock? He told me to meet him here."
McCoy managed to get him into his office. "Sit down, Jim!"
"I don't want to sit down. I want answers!"
"Christine is pregnant."
"I want to sit down." Kirk looked out the office door and could see Spock and Christine in the distance. She was sitting up on the diagnostic table and Spock was close to her, holding her hands.
"Leave them alone, Jim. They just found out that they're parents. She did conceive after all, sometime after her surgery. I'll be damned. The odds of something like that. Nine days, confirmed."
"And if we had engaged the warp field?"
"We would have never known. Spontaneous abortion. No wonder Spock was frantic. He must have had a hunch, some clue. She'll be fine, just a shot of 'anti-ab' and we can get going. I'm going to have to monitor the administration of the first dose very carefully. It'll take a couple of hours, only because of her unique situation. Then her booster shots shouldn't be any problem."
"Spock... and a baby. Seems like not even two weeks ago we were playing chess like normal. I need a drink, what've you got handy?"
Spock moved Christine to a regular bio-bed and made her comfortable. "I must apologize to Dr. McCoy for my unacceptable behavior. I'll return in a few minutes. Will you be alright?"
"Yes, now that we know." Spock fought down the remnants of the fear and anger he had felt. Once again his composure firmly in place, he kissed Christine and left.
Spock tapped on the frame of the open door, rather than just walk in. Kirk had just downed a small shot of brandy. "May I come in?", he asked politely.
"Have we calmed down now? Didn't know you had it in you."
"I beg your pardon?", his eyebrows shooting straight up.
"Didn't know you were able to panic, Spock? Can't blame you now that we know the circumstances. By the way, congratulations!"
"Thank you, Doctor. I did not 'panic', I was very concerned. I apologize for my previous behavior. It was uncalled for. Will you administer anti-ab?"
"Yes, unless you want to stay on Vulcan for another year."
"That will not be happening. Captain, forgive me for overstepping my authority."
"Spock, the cause was sufficient. I'm sure you're already aware of a different problem before us now. Looks like I'll be searching for someone to fill your shoes. Can't stay on board with a baby."
"Yes, I know. I can say this event was unexpected. However, the situation would have occurred anyway, in two years. My Time?"
"Of course. Well, all good things must come to an end. But we're dealing with a good situation here, not a bad one. And you've got several months before a final decision has to be made, right?"
"Ten, at least. Captain, Doctor... If you have no objections, I would like to stay with Christine while she is receiving her initial treatment."
Looking to KIrk for approval, "Of course, Spock. Go on now. I'll be in soon." Spock left. "Jim, what about you? Losing your first officer, and friend."
"Bones, he's not dead, just married. Can't stop life from moving forward. We'll stay in touch, it'll be okay. Besides, like I said, we've got some time. I'll be on the bridge. Tell Spock to stay as long as he needs.
McCoy came back into the main treatment room. Spock was sitting on the side of the bed and they were talking softly. "Christine, you're as familiar with this diagnosis as I am, so we'll be working together on this case. Sound good? We're going to need preliminary tests so we can balance the anti-ab dosage. Would you get me a blood sample?" He handed her a device similar to a hypospray. She held it in the crook of her elbow and pressed a button.
"Here ya go. Convenient that I'm still in my nightgown. We'll need an IV set up too." Spock watched as the two doctors calmly worked together. McCoy left to make adjustments to the anti-ab compound. It would take several minutes. Christine directed Spock where to find saline solution, IV line, etc, and he did so. "Now we wait. I can't 'stick' myself, never could. I'll be here a while. Why not go back to work?"
"No, not until our child is out of danger. It is very important I'm here in case something should go wrong."
"Are you expecting something to go wrong? Anti-ab is safe, it's used all the time."
"In this situation, it has only been used once before, on me."
"Well, you're standing here, aren't you?"
"If you mean the drug was successful, yes. Nevertheless, this is a critical moment for our child, when we engage the warp field. If something should happen, I must be here to receive the katra."
"If it doesn't make it? A katra exists now?"
"From conception, yes. Every katra is precious."
Christine didn't say anything more. They just remained as before, Spock on the edge of her bed, holding hands. McCoy came back in with a drip bottle. "Oh, you're not set up yet. Chicken?"
"Yeah, right... Chicken!"
"Chicken?" Spock inquired quietly to himself.
McCoy hooked up the lines and inserted the IV device. Adjusted the drip line. "I'm taking this real slow. About an hour before it's completely through your system and past the placenta. Bio-monitors all on. Tape this sensor, well, you know where. Monitor the embryo."
"Child", Spock replied.
"Yes, child... sorry Spock."
The hour passed slowly. The new parents had much to discuss, much on their minds. Instead, Spock opened their bond fully, and they dwelt in the comfort of each others company, in silence. McCoy returned after the hour had passed and checked the monitors. Everything was just perfect. The anti-ab had passed into the 'child'. All bio signs normal. "Okay, Spock. We're ready here if you want to give the word."
Spock went to the comm unit. "Bridge, Captain? We're ready here. Bring up the warp field slow and be prepared to shut down on a moments notice. I'll stay on the line."
"Right, Spock. Engineering. Scotty? Bring it up slow and standby for emergency shut down on my order."
Everyone seemed to hold their breath. McCoy didn't take his eyes off the bio-sensors for even a second. Two minutes passed with no change to the child's well-being.
"Engineering to Bridge," Scotty announced, "warp field is now at full power."
"Ya hear that Spock? How's it going down there?"
McCoy and Christine nodded their heads in approval. "We're fine, Jim. Thank you." Spock replied, and was able to breathe again.
"Spock," McCoy said, "Christine and I are going to chase you out now. We've got a lot more work to do and you'll just get in the way. She's fine. The baby's fine. Go to work."
Christine interrupted quickly. "It's okay. We are going to set up what we need to run detailed genetic scans, look for any problems that can easily be solved now. Pretty much like they did for you and your mother. The medical technology in this area has really improved. I should be able to carry to term, wouldn't that be nice? "
"Yes Christine, it would be nice. Very well. I will leave. Call me if you need me, for anything."
At this point, McCoy was in another room. "Hey, you two! Do you want to know if it's a boy or girl?"
The parents looked at each other and shouted back in unison, "Yes!"
McCoy poked his head in the room. "It's a boy!", then disappeared again.
Spock returned to sickbay after his shift was over. A nurse had found a set of surgical 'scrubs' and 'footsies' that Christine could walk down the hall in. They returned to their quarters. "I want you in bed."
"Spock, I'm not really in the mood right now..." She thought a dose of levity was needed.
"Christine, what do you think of me? I will bring dinner to you in bed. I want you to rest."
"Sorry, my love," as she laughed at his response. "Leonard and I accomplished quite a lot today, and everything looks good. My system was really 'out of balance', and didn't know how to deal with this new little visitor. Now I'm on proper vitamins and supplements. I'll stay healthy and we'll have a healthy son!"
"Are you 'ravenous' again this evening?"
"Nope. No more big meals at night. But look out during the day. For now, how about some Plomeek soup, and ice cream."
Friday - Day Two
Spock worked on creating a secondary force field around the damaged strut as an extra measure of support. He also spent time bypassing some of the main computer lines to their temporary quarters. At 1500, Kirk found him and suggested that he could sure use a sparring partner. Spock immediately obliged. It was part of his duties as first officer. Like all the rest of the crew, the Captain had to maintain peak physical condition. Kirk also had a tendency to gain weight and was self-conscious. Spock never mentioned it and certainly did not judge him as others might. Kirk also enjoyed the fact that he could use every ounce of his strength and really go after Spock. No pulled punches. Spock was stronger, faster and excelled in several styles of the martial arts. Kirk simply could not hurt him, but the reverse was not true. Spock had to be very careful not to injure his Captain. Kirk trusted him implicitly. No matter how many times he was thrown, pinned or otherwise lost, he'd just laugh it off. These sessions were for Kirk's benefit. If Spock wanted to exercise, he would do it on his own. Sparring session over at 1630, they called it a day. Alpha shift was already over.
Friday evening
Spock entered their quarters at 1640 and was immediately greeted by Christine, until she backed away quickly.
"Shower, now! I'll be in to do your back."
"It is not necessary. I am capable ... "
"Did I say it was necessary?" She smiled that smile. Spock realized he was about to be 'educated' in a certain subject. Better pay attention.
Both dressed in appropriate Vulcan 'house' robes, Spock and Christine enjoyed their dinner. He was quiet. "Penny for your thoughts, now." she asked.
Finishing a mouthful of chow mein, he paused, thoughtful. "You are very creative, my Wife."
Christine almost spit out her food, trying not to laugh. She wiped her mouth and 'happy' tears from her eyes. "Oh, Spock! You're a 'hoot'!"
"A hoot?"
"Hoot n' a holler? Funny? You always crack me up!"
"Christine, are you speaking a different language?" More laughing. Such a nice sound. His wife was happy, so was he.
The logistics of a Vulcan and human sharing the same bed had been worked out. A collaborative effort, designed by Christine, engineered and built by Mr. Scott and Spock. A full-sized pad under the mattress cover, it had sensors to detect who was where, at any time. Full range temperature controls on both sides could be set manually or left on automatic. One side could go up to 100 degrees while the other side is at 70 degrees or less. Both a heating and cooling pad. The space in the middle would always maintain a range of temperature from one extreme to the other. Worked just great. Spock slept with a heavy blanket while Christine only needed a thin sheet. One thing was for sure, wherever their lives would take them, they were taking that wonderful pad.
Room temperature was maintained at 80 degrees. Spock would dress warm while Christine ran around in flimsy gowns. Another agreeable compromise, especially to Spock.
Settling in for the night, the couple could 'fine adjust' the pad so they could be close. Intimacy is one thing, but just sleeping is something you have to get used to. Spock had slept alone his entire life. Christine wouldn't say. She did, however have a habit he would have to get used to. She needed to sleep with one hand touching him. Didn't matter where. What Spock was noticing now is that he had never slept so well, ever! He tended to 'shut down' most of his mind controls when sleeping. This was a new experience, and it was getting stronger every night. Deep, restful, peaceful sleep. Pleasant dreams. Wrapped up in a warm 'force field', gently suspended, weightless.
It was coming from Christine! Their marital bond was 'one-way'. Spock sort of held onto both ends because Christine could not. This was different. Reminded him of a few occasions when was in sickbay, ill or injured, but unconscious. One time in a healing trance. Same feeling of incredible well-being. Time to get to the bottom of this. He woke himself up. Next to him, his Beloved. Just one hand, the tips of her fingers, touching his shoulder. He didn't want to do this, but it was necessary. He moved away, just enough that her hand slid down to the bed. The feeling was gone. Now he knew for sure. Christine had psi abilities after all, undoubtedly untested and undeveloped, but of considerable strength. What she was doing, she was doing naturally, just because of the kind of person she was. Always caring for others, caring about their well-being. This was unexpected, a pleasant surprise. With shared meditation and training what else could she accomplish? What could this mean for their child? He never had a parental bond with his mother. Perhaps?
Missing her 'touch', her hand reached out further, even though she was still sleeping. Finger tips, and there it was again. Spock smiled, and fell asleep. "Fascinating!"
Saturday Morning
"Good morning!"
"Good morning, my Wife."
"We've got a day off. What'll we do?"
"Besides sleep in?"
"Yeah." She stretched in a very provocative manner.
Spock though for a moment. "How about another 'lesson'?"
"Naw. Your turn."
"As you wish."
The Gift
Side by side, thanks to the 'pad', they rested in the comfort of each others arms. Neither wanted to get up just yet.
"Christine?"
"Yes?" She answered a little sleepily. Not sleepy, just so, so relaxed.
"I would like to discuss something with you. Now is as good a time as any. Have you ever been Psi rated?"
"No. It was required when I was in high school, but my mother forbid it. I got into Starfleet through 'medical' and somehow got passed by then too. Why do you ask?"
"Are you aware of any special abilities you have that you believe others do not?"
"Why didn't just come out and say it. You're talking about the 'gift'. We've melded. I'm sure you know more about it than I do."
"I would like to hear it in your own words."
"Very well. I've had it all my life. I remember as a very young girl that I was able to hold small animals, baby chicks, toads, whatever... and they would never struggle to escape. Even if my hand was open. I assumed it was normal. I had told my mother about a stunned bird I found outside a window. That I was sad and wished it would get better. I held it for a while, it came to and just sat there in my hand, looking at me. Then it flew away. It was then my mother first spoke of the 'gift'. She said I probably had it, same as her, and her mother too."
"You see, any time someone in our family was sick, mother would drag her big stuffed rocking chair into their room and sit by them, holding their hand. She would do it for hours as they slept. Sometimes she would be sleeping too, but never let go of the hand. My sisters, my father, we would all feel so much better in the morning. She told me never to tell anyone about it, but that I should 'follow my heart', and to do whatever I thought I should do if I felt that someone was suffering or in pain. Animals or people, she said... didn't matter."
"When I became a nurse, that is when it got strange. I was constantly with people who were suffering in some way. I just started holding their hand like my mother did. One after the other, patients would say they seemed to always feel better when I was in the room. I wasn't hurting anyone, and McCoy didn't mind, so I kept doing it. I did it to you too, a few times. I wasn't aware of 'touch-telepaths' and that Vulcans didn't like to be touched. M'Benga caught me once. McCoy teased me and said I did it because of my feelings for you. Actually, that was not the case. I did it for anyone and everyone."
"Do your sisters have the 'gift'?"
"No."
"Do you want to know now, what I know?"
"Through our bond? Yes."
"Not through our bond. I'm having problems with the bond which I assume is because you're not Vulcan. But still it should work because my parents are bonded. No, in the 'room', we melded once for me to send your conscious mind to a safe place. But later, we were melded for a very long period of time as part of the... well... " He wouldn't finish the sentence. "Let's just say I know you very well, better than you know yourself. You also would know everything there is about me, if you had the training to access it in your own mind. I say 'training' because you do indeed have very strong Psi abilities. They appear to be 'scattered'... that's a hard one to explain... and mostly undeveloped, except for your 'gift' which is part of your greater Psi power, and was most easily adapted to your own compassionate nature."
"I should explain." Christine interrupted. "My 'gift' is not used 'on' someone. I open myself up, somehow, and it is taken from me. The feedback is slightly pleasurable in that I'm relaxed and content. When you left me at the cove, I sat there and pretended to go through the motions with you. I had no idea if it would work."
"Except that I lived, while all others say I was not supposed to."
"True, but no proof."
"I choose to accept it on faith that you actions saved me."
"Faith? You surprise me."
"Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things unseen." he quoted.
"But do you believe it?"
"I'm starting to. After hundreds of years, Vulcans still cannot understand some aspects of Humanity. As a species, Terrans all appear Psi null, yet there have been individuals throughout your history that have Psi abilities ranging from faint to intense. It is rare, very rare and also seems to be related to genetics. You are a perfect example. You never knew?"
"No. My mother told me to keep quiet about it. What I did, I did in private. I never had a reason to question it. What does this mean, to me? To us? Something? Nothing?"
"Definitely something to us. What, I'm not sure yet. If you are willing, we will begin 'shared meditation' on a regular basis. Each evening, one hour because you are a novice. What we may be able to accomplish will not occur overnight. Meditation is a commitment. Are you willing to make it so?"
"Yes."
"This brings me great joy. We are 'one' in ways we were unaware of. I will not speculate on what success, if any, we achieve. What will be, will be."
The Rest of the Day
After a late first meal, Spock and Christine realized that their life together might just actually be settling down to a welcome routine. Spock wanted to finish up an experiment he had going in one of his department's labs. Christine wanted to stop off at sickbay to finish a few reports that were due soon. Just an hour, the rest of the day was free. She would remain in sickbay until he came to get her.
Ten minutes left on the little experiment he had going. He always had something percolating in his lab. "Uh, oh." Something was wrong, the bond... couldn't quite get a fix on it...
"Spock, McCoy here." His voice from the intercomm. "Would you please come up to sickbay and get your wife out from underneath a desk. She seems to be having a panic attack."
Spock was now sitting on the floor in sickbay by the desk. Christine had wedged herself in there rather well, and was terrified. Their bond fully open, he was having difficulty getting past the terror she felt. He took his time. He was here, she would find him in her mind and come to him for comfort. Patience. Finally she started to relax and looked at her surroundings, then at Spock. "Did I do this?"
Spock held out his hand. "Yes, my Love. Come. I'll take you home." Walking back to their quarters, he supported her both physically and mentally. Deep trauma. What had caused it? Sitting on their bed, he held her for the longest time. She wasn't ready to speak of it yet. But soon. Then the tears started to fall. Her spirit itself seemed broken. It was important that he remain strong for her sake, but he was not immune to her suffering. Finally, "Spock, oh Spock.. what are we going to do?"
"I need more information, Christine, please try."
Mandatory Transfer
"I was checking up on my personal messages, when... there it was. Direct from Starfleet Personnel Department. Mandatory transfer. The tears resumed.
"Listen to me, carefully. I love you. We are 'one'. I cannot live without you. You are the center of my universe and will not be parted from me. Do you believe that?"
"Yes."
"From the moment we knew of our child, the plans for our future had already changed. The only difference is that we have forty days instead of ten months. Correct?"
"Yes... Spock, my panic came from how fast the transfer came through. On Thursday morning, not even you or I knew. How can I receive a transfer on Saturday morning? The only other people who knew were the Captain and Leonard. Neither of them would contact Starfleet. Are we under surveillance?"
"Not surveillance. The fact that Starfleet knows indicates that information did indeed travel from this ship. We must determine how. If a person did not do it, the next probability is the computer."
"Don't be insulted, my love, but your computer is not quite that clever."
"Volumes of information are automatically sent to Starfleet on regular schedules. Most of it is data from internal sensors, keeping a log of how the ship is functioning at all times. Automatic inventory reports for all supplies are also sent. That is how, whenever we reach a federation post, supplies are already waiting for transfer aboard."
"Automatic inventory reports, like the pharmacy in sickbay?"
"Yes, why?" He moved over to the computer terminal.
"The computer takes a reading on its' own schedule and sends the information to Starfleet Medical?" She moved to join him.
"Correct. What does that information consist of?"
"The latest manual inventory report, plus every single dosage of any drug used after that dated report." Christine was on to something.
"What information is provided for 'every single dosage'?"
"It's like a prescription, only logged directly into the computer. Date, drug, dosage, patient."
"Drug... and patient. I will check when this information was last sent. Thursday at 2200. The computer had record of you receiving anti-ab. Only one kind of patient receives that drug."
"Pregnant women!" Christine almost shouted. "I was scared before. Now I'm mad, really mad!"
"I can feel it. Why the anger?"
"My entire adult life, I have been the only one to defend myself. I'm not fighting this alone anymore, but the desire to stand up for my rights is strong, just under the surface."
"As you have well pointed out, you are not alone anymore. Together, we will determine your 'rights' in this situation. Be prepared that you may have very few 'rights' and we... less options. First I need to see that transfer order for you. I read all communications from Starfleet every morning before 0800, even on my 'days off'. I did not see a transfer order for you. Such documents go to the commanding officer, not the crewperson involved. That is one unanswered question. Second, how does an inventory report go from Starfleet medical to personnel department when there is no reason for it? Christine, are you feeling well enough to do a little investigating?"
"We wondered what we were going to do for the rest of the day. I think we should include the Captain and Leonard on this, don't you?"
"Yes, of course. We need more information first. Any suggestions?"
"Let me think. Starfleet personnel have been getting married on their ships for many years. When a pregnancy occurs, everyone knows the routine. Baby showers, farewell parties, requests for transfers put in. Sometimes resignations. But the couple is in charge. When did these 'mandatory transfers' start happening in these cases? That is what I want to know."
"Very well, Dr. Chapel. You have your assignment."
"And what do you plan on doing... 'Commander'?"
Spock grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. "Enough of this formality." he said with a hug. "I will research Starfleet regulations, specifically when and by whom the 'mandatory transfer' rule was first written. I will need transcripts of the actual work sessions, that may be difficult to obtain. Most of the current regulations were established over one hundred years ago. And I need this information without drawing attention to myself. Stay here in our quarters, use this terminal. I will use the one in my lab office. Call me if you find something. I will do the same. Use the 'bond'. We don't use it enough and it's not functioning properly at times. See you later." he said with a quick kiss.
"Hi, Spock! I know you're there. It's only been ten minutes."
"Just testing. Send me a copy of your transfer order on this computer channel. It is secure. I will also send to you the specific regulation it pertains to. And then he was gone from her mind.
Later. "Spock, it's 1400 and I'm starving!, she thought through the bond.
"1413, actually. I'll come up."
In the past year, Christine had discovered that she and Spock were a very good team for working on projects. The cooperation between each other just flowed. She smiled to think that now they even had an internal intercomm. Spock entered their quarters and could smell the cooking food. He did not eat 'lunch', but would keep her company with a cup of tea. Instead, on the table, was another one of those large glasses of thick liquid from sickbay.
"You were hoping I would have forgotten?"
"No, Beloved... it's just that..."
"What?"
"It reminds me of something," as he took a swallow and grimaced.
"I already told you what it was."
"You were not specific." Another swallow. "Now I know! This is baby food!!"
"Not all of it. I'll keep your secret. Just two more days. Drink up." She hid her smile.
After lunch, Spock and Christine compared information and prepared a report for the Captain. They weren't quite ready for their presentation. What were 'their' options? They too had to be prepared for the worst possible outcome. Spock wrote up their resignation requests. Now they were ready.
Discussion with Kirk
It's all there, Jim. We appear to have uncovered misuse of authority, and it's been going on for years. Ingenious on their part."
"I choose to call it 'despicable'!", Christine added.
"Christine, Spock... how can I help?", Kirk asked with all sincerity. "Even if I can keep you on the Enterprise for the next several months, what then?"
"Jim, our options are very limited. That is the reason for your signature on our resignations. Like poker. We have to have an ace up our sleeve, correct? There is nothing else we can do until we reach Earth in thirty-nine days. We will disembark immediately. Our personal possessions will also be packed for storage, to be transported to a safe location upon arrival. Do you still have your personal communicator?" KIrk nodded. "So do I. That is how we will keep in touch from that time forward."
"What will you do for the next thirty-nine days?", Kirk asked.
Christine fielded this one. "We plan for the worse, hope for the best, and remember that every day is a gift."
"Indeed."
Warp Two
Sometimes Spock was like a caged tiger. Having to wait those thirty-nine days for the confrontation with Starfleet Personnel. You would think he would be one to leave things well-enough alone, but not this time. So he put his pent up frustration and energy to good use. It took a full day and then some, working with Mr. Scott, but they managed to get the Enterprise up to warp two, safely. Now it meant only nineteen more days to Earth. The Captain was pleased. He had a confrontation of his own that he wanted to get over with too.
Conversation at Evening Meal
"You are troubled still?" Spock put down his fork.
"Two weeks. In just two weeks, look at all that has happened to us. Will life ever settle down?"
"We are unable to predict the future, Christine, only plan for all its' contingencies."
"We're together, finally."
"Finally, and for always."
"We're parents."
"Definitely."
"I'm gonna be a Mommy! I'm gonna be a Mommy!" as Christine danced around the table, then sat back down sedately.
"Is that another Terran tradition?" Spock never could be sure with her.
"No. I'm just happy.
"I see that."
Getting serious again. "Spock, what are you going to do without Starfleet?"
"Granted, I've been in Starfleet for almost twenty years, but it was never my intention to stay here indefinitely. I have other goals in my life. One of them is finally coming to pass."
"What's that?" Christine asked as she took second helpings of dinner.
Spock gave her an 'are you dense?' look, "Raise a family?"
"How big a family?"
"Except for my Times, I leave that up to you."
"I want a dozen children!" she exclaimed.
Spock nearly spit his food out, this time almost choking. "A dozen?!! Woman, what are you thinking?!"
"I'm serious Spock. Vulcans live a long time compared to humans. When it is my time to leave you, I want you to have your hands quite full, caring for a very large family that will hopefully remind you of me, for many more years to follow."
"A most considerate and thoughtful sentiment. Thank you, my Wife. I will try to keep up with you. But now, we do have a life to live together, for many years, correct?"
"Yes. If the last two weeks is any indication, our life together won't be boring."
"That is for certain."
"Spock?" He put his fork down again. "What about Jim?" He looked as if he didn't understand the question. "He's you best friend. How can you leave him?"
"I leave him because I must. He knows this. It would also be true if our circumstances were reversed. We will remain friends, more than friends. He is like a brother to me. Jim cannot expect to remain on the Enterprise forever. His time will come soon enough."
"You know what he needs?"
"What?"
"A good woman." Just like her husband, Christine couldn't leave things well enough alone either.
"A good woman is hard to find. You may not know of this. I am aware of three different occasions where he did meet the right person, but each time, she died. He is badly burned, so to speak."
"It doesn't seem to have slowed him down in that department."
"No, Jim is... quite 'active'. I guess he has an indomitable spirit."
"I think we have room to add one more goal to our list."
"And that is?"
"Help Jim finally find his 'right person' too."
"Agreed, although it's not like we're going to have one just fall out of space and into his lap."
Wedding Reception
Christine never had a clue. Janice and Nyota had been very, very busy, and managed to keep everything an absolute secret. Even Kirk had been given 'his' orders to be carried out at the proper time.
With ten days to go before reaching Earth, all was ready. Spock returned to their quarters after his shift to find a paper envelope adhered to the frame of the front door. 'Spock & Christine' was hand-written on it. He removed the envelope and went inside. "Christine?"
"I'm here. Hi, Love! What's that?"
"I'm not sure. It is addressed to both of us. Do you want to open it?
"Okay. It says 'Commander Spock and Dr. Chapel. Do not eat evening meal. Put on your very best Vulcan apparel and show up at Rec Room Four at 1845 sharp. That is an order. Signed, Captain James T. Kirk.' "Spock, what's going on?"
"I do not know, but that is an official 'order' and must be obeyed. I suggest we get ready."
They did, indeed, arrive at the main door to Rec Room Four precisely at 1845. Looking at each other and the outfits they had chosen, they took one step closer to activate the door to open.
Inside were approximately three hundred people all cheering and clapping! A huge banner on the back wall read "SPOCK & CHRISTINE, FINALLY!!" To the right was a slightly raised platform and one large table with a white linen tablecloth and two empty seats in the center. Standing at their places by the table were all the executive officers... Kirk, McCoy, Uhura, Rand, Sulu, and Scott. White linen covered tables also filled the rest of the room. To the left was a huge buffet table filled with every kind of food imaginable. In the center of the table was a five-tiered wedding cake, complete with 'Vulcan and Bondmate' on top, in miniature. Someone had a model made up from a holovid taken at the private ceremony.
Christine was about to shed some more of those 'happy' tears of hers, but Spock steadied her through the bond. They were both taken completely by surprise. Kirk had not given them enough time to speculate.
Nyota came down from the main table to act as hostess. She greeted them and indicated that they should stand to one side and prepare for the 'reception line'. She then waved to the crowd to come up and greet the happy, albeit shocked, couple.
Well, the crowd was shocked too. With her hair 'up', Christine was wearing the most formal Vulcan gown she owned and looked like a queen! It was dark brown with white accents. Spock looked more like a sheik from Arabia, with sandals that laced up to below his knees. Loose-fitting, tan pants that came below the knees, made of a flowing material that well accentuated his physique. A darker tan tunic top of the same material, with wide, flowing, long, sleeves and secured with a wide, ornate, brown belt. Over all, a traditional, long Vulcan cloak, solid black with white trim... no hood or sleeves, and open down the front. What you would definitely call a 'handsome' couple.
Spock had no idea what was going on. When Christine greeted the first person with a handshake and a kiss, she heard "No way!" through their bond, to which she replied that he should put his hands behind his back and just nod. Not everyone came up to the reception line, they were as wary of Spock as he was of them. All that 'touching' made him anxious, but Christine was having the time of her life. Spock knew, for her sake, he was about to endure her special 'Terran tradition'.
Nyota next indicated that it was time for everyone to be seated. Spock led Christine up the platform and they took their seats, Kirk to Spock's left and Nyota to Christine's right. In front of each person was a tall champagne glass, filled with sparkling white grape juice. Kirk stood up and presented a toast to the couple. Christine was overjoyed, Spock was still confused. Next, servers brought dishes of food already prepared for those at the main table, while all other served themselves from the buffet. Everything vegetarian, of course, but delicious nevertheless.
Music started playing softly in the background and Christine could see it was a small band made up of various, talented crew members. Noticing the large open area in front of them, she realized it was the dance floor. Uh, oh. There would be dancing after dinner.
"Spock, my Love... do you dance?"
"Yes, my mother taught me what she referred to as 'ballroom' dancing when I was young. I still remember how."
"I hope you're prepared for a little exhibitionism?"
"What do you mean?"
"The married couple dances the first dance alone."
"If I can handle a Klingon attack, I should be able to handle this. Let me know when."
Christine laughed out loud, and nobody knew why. Dinner and pleasant conversation continued until Nyota stood up and tapped her glass with a spoon until the room grew silent. She announced the 'first dance'. Everyone knew what that meant and made sure they were going to get a good view. Spock stood up, offered his hand to Christine and led her down to the dance floor. Nyota walked back to the band and picked up a microphone. In a slow tempo, the band played and she began to sing.
We've only just begun to live, Starlight and promises,
A kiss for luck and we're on our way. And yes, We've just begun.
Before the rising sun we fly, So many roads to choose,
We start out walking and learn to run. And yes, We've just begun.
Sharing horizons that are new to us, Watching the stars along the way,
Talking it over just the two of us, Working together day to day, Together.
And when the evening comes we smile, So much of life ahead,
We'll find a place where there's room to grow, And yes, We've just begun.
('We've Only Just Begun' written by Paul Williams and Roger Nichols)
Spock and Christine danced as if they had just come from a ballroom dancing competition, and were the winners. Absolutely everyone was in shock, and clapped joyously. The song ended, and the band moved directly into another more upbeat tune. Time for anyone else to join the couple on the dance floor. Many did. Then came the part of the tradition that Spock wasn't aware of, or ready for.
Kirk came down and asked if he could 'cut in'. Spock obliged his friend and handed Christine over to him. He went to sit down at the table. He expected Kirk to bring her back after the song, but McCoy had then 'cut in'. Kirk returned to his seat and noticed that Spock had a 'concerned' look.
"What's the matter, friend? Don't know what's going on?"
"No, I do not."
"Tradition, Spock. Any man gets to dance with the bride that she allows. You okay with that?"
"I was not expecting this. I'm not sure how I feel about it."
After McCoy, it was M'Benga. After M'Benga it was Sulu, then Chekhov. Spock was definitely agitated now and Kirk could sense it. He leaned over and whispered to his friend, "Spock. Go retrieve your wife, but please don't scare Chekhov."
Spock went down to the dance floor and approached the dancing couple. "Mr. Chekhov, if you don't mind?" he asked calmly. Poor Chekhov was still taken aback.
"Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir! Thank you, 'doctor'!", and then he simply disappeared from the dance floor. Spock took a few extra steps with Christine before leading her back to the table. She knew right away that something was wrong.
"Spock?"
"Forgive me, Christine... it is hard..."
"Oh, Spock. This is too much for you."
"Perhaps. But I want you to enjoy your 'reception'."
"No more dancing. Let's just sit here now for a little while."
"As you wish."
The guests continued to dance as the band became louder and faster. Spock calmed down and resumed conversation with the others at the table. Christine smiled and smiled and smiled... another dream come true.
"Nyota, where did you find that song? It was perfect!"
It's very, very old. I'm not even sure of all the words, but when I found it, I knew it was the right one. I'm so happy for you!" Next, Nyota tapped her glass again and announced the 'cutting of the cake'. Christine literally jumped up with joy, and led Spock down to the buffet table. On the way, she explained how this was similar to feeding each other like the Silverbirds too. The one thing she did not mention and would not do was the silly habit of newlyweds shoving the cake into each others' face. They cut the first piece of cake and helped each other take a small bite. The crowd clapped and cheered again. Nyota took over the task of cutting and distributing slices of the cake to everyone else, as Spock and Christine returned to their seats. They were then each served their own piece, to eat in normal fashion with a cake fork.
Time had passed quickly, and it was getting late. No one else had seemed to want to leave. Christine suggested that they make their grand exit. Spock stood up and tapped his glass with a fork until all was quiet. "On behalf of Christine and myself, I thank all of you for this special surprise, to share in the joy that we have. Live Long and Prosper."
"Peace and Long Life!" everyone said in unison. Someone had coached them on that response. Christine knew it was Nyota again.
They returned to their quarters, Christine was quite tired and got ready for bed. Spock soon joined her, but far over on his side.
"Spock?"
"I can smell the scents of five different men on you."
"Oh fine! I'll take a shower, you change the bedding." When she finally came out, Spock had returned to a fresh bed and was sitting up. "May I come back to bed now?"
"Beloved, forgive me. I am what I am. Sometimes I cannot control the deep instincts of my ancestry. No Vulcan would allow another male to touch his wife. I tried very hard to let you enjoy your Terran 'reception'. I know in my mind that those you danced with are our friends, but explain that to the animal in me."
"You... are not... an animal. You are 'Spock', and whatever you do is normal for you. As long as we remember to explain things to each other, we will never need to apologize. Okay? We're good? I want my husband now."
Arrival at Starfleet
Captains Log. Stardate 2272.59. Arrival at the San Francisco Maintenance Docks in twelve hours. I have already sent full reports to Command. Mr. Scott had put in a requisition for the left nacelle strut. One is on its' way from the 'bone-yard', the remains of the Northampton. Another one that was sent out as 'bait' for the sharks. Totally unnecessary loss, that one. A complete refit just one year ago, and look what they've done to us. When I say 'they', I don't mean only the Klingons. Deskbound quarterbacks calling the shots. Since the Enterprise is in again for extensive repairs, all personnel have been ordered to pack up their belongings, issued and personal, for long term storage... except for what they choose to take with them. Everyone is to disembark for indeterminate leave. That includes me. I'll be staying in my apartment in the city, but I don't get leave, nor would I want it. Got to keep an eye on those quarterbacks. End log.
To say that their 'arrival' was pathetic is an understatement. At Vulcan, basic repairs were done, but nothing 'cosmetic'. Every burn and blast mark from the last six months made the Enterprise look like something ready for the scrap heap. As the ship was entering the maintenance dock on mauneuvering thrusters only, that hairline crack in the strut finally gave way without notice. As the left nacelle broke off and started drifting away, three 'grabber pods' took off to retrieve it. Sparks and plasma emissions were erupting from the stub of the amputated strut. In his command chair, Kirk could only close his eyes, drop his head to his chest and slowly shake it back and forth in complete disbelief. They weren't in any danger... now. An hour ago, it could have been disastrous.
Starfleet Personnel Department
Kirk had already agreed with Spock and Christine that he was going to be kept in the dark for a while, for their sakes. He wished them best of luck and just 'see ya soon'. Spock was dressed in his full formal Commander's uniform. He also carried a rather large bag, somewhat like a duffle bag, and made sure not to draw attention to it. Christine was in her best official Starfleet 'doctor's' coat with matching skirt and shoes. They looked every bit the professionals they were and they had an appointment.
Christine's appointment at Personnel was 'immediately upon arrival' and she did so. It did not specify that she had to come alone. She announced her name and rank at the main desk. A yeoman eventually came out and said she was to accompany her, alone.
"I am Dr. Chapel's commanding officer. I will be coming too." He had his full, serious Vulcan face on. Just like when she saw him that first time during Vger on the bridge. Enough to send a chill down your spine. Made Christine a bit edgy and he could feel it. "Steady, my love... we will get through this together. I will not leave you."
"Well, this is highly irregular!"
"Is it?", Spock replied, "Cite the regulation that states so."
Of course the yeoman couldn't. She was used to bluffing confused, worried people. It wasn't going to work this time. "Very well, follow me."
They were led to a small, cluttered office. He was sitting at his desk in a rather disheveled lieutenant-commanders' uniform, his hair not regulation, and didn't even bother to look up. "Sit down doctor."
Spock stood at attention and cleared his throat slightly to gain this 'officer's' attention. The 'officer' slowly looked up, and up, and up. He jumped to his feet and gave a crisp salute, having to hold it there until finally Spock decided to return it. Then Christine and he sat down.
Reading the nameplate. "You are Lt-Commander Alan Perry?"
"Yes Sir!" he replied.
"Very well", Spock said coldly, "You may sit down now. Please proceed."
"Yes Sir." Perry was obviously shaken, but managed to regain his composure in short order. He was ready for his routine. He had done it so often. "Dr. Christine Chapel, you have received a mandatory transfer as per Starfleet regulation, Sec. 12, paragraph 4?" His eyes back down on his paperwork, he would not look at her.
"Yes sir, I have." Christine replied.
"By your own admission, you are 'in fact' pregnant?"
"Yes sir, I am."
"You are hereby ordered by my authority in Starfleet Personnel to report immediately with the officers outside this office to a transport waiting to take you to your next assignment. That will be all." Still, he never looked up.
"I think not," Spock interrupted, "and look at me when I am speaking to you, Mister Perry.
He may be wearing red, but he's my knight in shining armor, Christine thought to herself. She kept silent, eyes down. Let Spock save her from this absurd, yet serious situation.
Perry looked up. This was not supposed to happen. "Yes..."
"Yes what?" Spock was treating him like a recalcitrant cadet in need of dressing down.
"Yes... Sir!"
"These 'mandatory transfers' have been coming directly from your office for the last 3.27 years, issued only to pregnant Terran women. They have never been issued before that date for this specific purpose. Explain your actions, Mister Perry."
Perry had no idea who he was speaking with, but wasn't about to let this 'vulcan' delve into his lucrative, little activity. Regulations were on his side and he felt confident again. "Commander, the regulations are quite clear. I have the authority to reassign personnel to new land-based posts in this regard. Dr. Chapel has an assignment waiting for her at the UFP Polar Science Station in Antarctica."
"Does your authority extend to NOT notifying commanding officers first? Does your authority extend to denying appeal and putting a one year moratorium on new requests for transfer?" Spock had more, but wasn't going to show everything in his hand. Kirk had taught him how to play 'poker' well.
"Sir." Perry was desperately trying to think of believable answers.
"That is quite alright, Mr. Perry. You need not answer to me. But you will answer. The letter of a law is different than the 'spirit' of that law. You have found what is called a 'loophole', I believe. At this time, Dr. Chapel has no rights except one. Resignation. She will not be going to Antarctica today."
Perry knew what to do now. Work on the weak and vulnerable woman. "Think about your career in Starfleet, Dr. Chapel. How will you support your baby without a job and good benefits? Are you going to allow this 'officer' to dictate to you that you have to resign your commission?"
Christine looked him straight in the eye. "And why shouldn't I? He's my husband." With that, they left the room and walked past the two officers outside. Spock gave each one of them a look that froze them in their tracks. 'He's my husband.' she said again to herself, and smiled.
Letting Go
"He knows we are aware of his 'scheme' and may try something against us. It would greatly complicate matters if you were now arrested for disobeying a direct order. We must now go directly to Admiral Nogura's office and tender both our resignations."
"It's really happening." Christine found herself jogging to keep up with her husband's long-strided walk. They did have to hurry.
"Yes, Christine... it's really happening. Be strong." As they walked the long distance to Starfleet Command Center, Spock pulled out his personal comm unit. "Spock here."
"I read you." It was Kirk, of course.
"Send storage units to coordinates provided. Spock out."
"Well, now he knows." Christine remarked sadly.
"Yes. He knows."
Next stop, of all places, was the public restrooms. Spock handed Christine some clothing out of the duffle bag as she went into the Ladies Room and he hurried into the Men's Room next door. Two minutes later they met back in the hall, now dressed in civilian attire, Vulcan attire. Armed with resignation papers in hand, Spock led Christine past the outer offices and directly into Nogura's office. The Admiral was speechless as Spock dropped two sheets of paper on the desk. "As of this moment we hereby tender our resignations."
Admiral Nogura was trying to form some words quickly in response, but not quick enough. Spock and Christine were out the door and back in the hallway.He had his comm unit in hand again. "Engage transporter." They were gone. All that was left in the hall was a duffle bag containing two uniforms. Let it not be said they stole Starfleet property.
"Collins!!!", Nogura screamed to his yeoman, "Get me Kirk, NOW!!!"
Refuge
They rematerialized directly in front of the main gate to the Vulcan Embassy in San Francisco. A guard was inside the gate. In Vulcan, Spock announced "As a citizen of Vulcan I request refuge for myself and my bondmate." The gate opened and they walked in. The gate closed. Spock turned to Christine. "You may now breathe again, my Wife. We are safe." She was ready to hug him when he indicated this was not the time or place, yet. Then, she saw why.
Standing at the top of the steps of the embassy was Sarek. "My Son, my Daughter... welcome."
"Father, we are honored." Spock said as they entered the foyer.
"Ambassador," Christine began.
"Please address me from this time forward as Sarek, my Daughter."
"Sarek, thank you."
"Your possessions are already in your quarters. Spock, you have been here often enough. Left wing, second floor, last suite. I will allow the two of you to reorient yourselves to new surroundings. Perhaps rest. Evening meal is at 6 pm in my private quarters. Until then, I have other obligations." Sarek bowed ever so slightly as Spock and Christine also bowed, a little lower. He turned and headed towards the right wing of the building.
"Shall we go to our quarters? My father is correct. I have been here often enough, since I was five years old. I know my way around." He extended two fingers, she took them in hers and they headed in the opposite direction.
Their 'new, temporary' quarters were more like a small apartment, with completely stocked kitchen, bed and bath linens, etc. In the middle of the living room were two large shipping containers.
Christine found the bedroom and jumped backwards onto the bed at the same time she kicked off her sandals. Sitting up, her legs folded, she waited until Spock found her.
"That seemed to go well." she said. Spock smiled and sat down next to her.
"I've said those exact words, not too long ago. Would you like a cup of tea? I would." Christine nodded, but showed no inclination to get off the bed. Spock went into the kitchen and returned in 30 seconds with two cups of tea on a small tray. "Replicator." he explained. Yes, now they could relax.
"Oh, Spock... what have we done?"
"What we had to. If we were to remain together, Starfleet was no longer a safe place for us. I would say we now have options again. As Nyota so beautifully sang at our reception, 'we've only just begun'. We have as much time as we will need, to stay here and 'get our bearings'. Perhaps if we display some of our personal items it will feel more like 'home' to you. If you are done with your tea (he took the cup from her hand), I suggest you take a little rest while I organize our clothing and other items."
"Shouldn't you contact Jim?"
"At this moment, I think not. I'm sure he has his hands full with Admiral Nogura." Christine laid back on the bed. She was tired. Spock turned out the light and closed the door. He had absolutely no doubt that Jim was dealing with Nogura this very moment. A wise move to keep him 'in the dark', as they had planned earlier.
Evening Meal
At 6 pm they came down to Sarek's personal quarters. He was waiting for them and they went into the dining room. Dinner was served and eaten in silence. "Boy, what a difference!" Christine thought to herself.
With no talking, the meal went quickly. When Sarek observed that everyone was finished, he stood up. "Shall we go into the parlor? We have much to discuss."
Sarek appeared to have his 'favorite' chair and claimed it. Spock and Christine sat next to each other on the sofa across from him. "Spock, Christine... by your presence here now, am I to assume you both have tendered your resignations?"
"Yes, Father. It was necessary after all. A one point, they still had the regulations on their side and could have taken Christine away from me. That is in the past now."
"True. I am very concerned about the information you sent to me regarding this 'mandatory transfer' and how it has been misused. The Vulcan Historical Society did have a record of the original transcripts you requested for the work sessions on Starfleet Regulations Section 12. That file has already been sent to the terminal in your quarters."
Christine jumped in. "We also have statistics on 112 individuals who received these transfers since this action started over three years ago. I am concerned about the welfare of these women."
"Agreed." Spock interjected. "The officer we met today in the Personnel Department may very well be the responsible party."
"Or at least one of them." Christine finished.
"Son... Daughter." Sarek paused. "Do you feel it is right that 112 human women have been conspired against, and that the only option for yourselves was to resign your commissions?"
"No." They responded in unison.
"I am willing to file a formal grievance to the United Federation of Planets Council, against Starfleet, on behalf of a Vulcan citizen. Starfleet works for the UFP, not the reverse. They must answer to the UFP Council regarding the charges presented in the grievance. Once the grievance is filed, Starfleet will have thirty days to respond. The council can then accept or reject their response. Acceptance of the response means Starfleet takes responsibility for its' actions and will correct the situation to our satisfaction."
"A formal grievance? Against Starfleet itself? That will burn all our bridges behind us for sure."
"Christine, please explain about 'burning bridges'." Spock asked with a sigh. Every time he thought he had heard the last colloquial expression possible, she would come up with another one.
"Oh, forgive me. It means we eliminate our way to go back."
"Ah, yes. We have already 'burned our bridges'. Indeed. I favor the idea of the grievance. And you, my Wife?"
"Yes, filing a grievance is proper. Sarek?"
"It is agreed. Council is in session for only two more days. We must work quickly. Spock, when can you have a draft document prepared?"
"Tomorrow morning, 8 am?"
"That is acceptable. Until then." With unspoken cue, they all rose and bowed as before, departing in silence.
Walking back to their quarters, Christine just had to say it. "Boy! Is your father different than your mother!"
"My father is your very typical Vulcan. Mother... is, well... you have come to know my Mother. They have always appeared to me as a good match. Wait until you see them together. You would call it a 'hoot'?" Her laughter echoed in the hallways.
"I will meditate for one hour. Then I will be able to work on the draft. One night's sleep is of no concern for myself. But you..."
"Hey, I'm not the one who offered to have it done overnight! Wake me in the morning, please." A big hug and kiss, and she headed towards the bedroom.
Broken Bond
"Good Morning!"
"Already? No! Go away! How can you be so cheerful without a night's sleep?"
"It's seven thirty. Here's a copy of the draft. Read it. I have to get ready. You do too. I'll see you later today. 'A kiss for luck and I'm on my way'."
Spock ran down to Sarek's office just before 8 am. The door was open and Sarek was waiting for him. "Good morning, my Son. What do you have to show me?"
For a moment Spock felt like he was back home and ten years old. He handed the draft grievance to his father and stood until he bid him to sit. More silence as Sarek finished reading the document. Then wihout facial expression. "Excellent. I will make my presentation this afternoon when the agenda calls for 'any other business'. You have done well, Spock. This document is sufficient as written."
"I am honored." Spock replied with a slight bow.
"In two point three days I will be taking my leave of you and your bondmate. I will be returning to Vulcan. As I have said before, you are welcome to stay here as long as needed. I will make sure we will have an opportunity to speak of more pleasant subjects before I must go. And you, do you and Christine have any plans for this day?"
"Christine is very anxious to see her family in southern Indiana. She is leaving to go there this morning. I planned on joining her in the afternoon, in case revisions had to be made to the draft."
"And by what means is she traveling there, my Son?"
"Public transporter. An embassy guard escorted her a short time ago. I would not have her in this city unattended. Her parents are meeting her at the transporter station in Cedar Grove, her hometown. Father, I am curious as to why you ask?"
Sarek sat up straighter in his chair, his face now actually showing concern. "Son, we have not had an opportunity to speak of this, just you and I, but events occurred so quickly and without my awareness. I know this is highly personal, but I must speak of it."
"Speak, Father."
"Your mother confided in me the information you confided in her. You would have expected that. When I first bonded with your mother, there were 'difficulties'. As they say here on Earth, 'I learned the hard way'."
"I am listening. Continue."
"If I had only known your intention was to choose a human bondmate, but that was not to be. Spock, our Vulcan mind rules do not exactly apply in our cases. You established a marital bond as you had been taught to. Have you experienced any 'problems' since then?"
"Yes, but what do I have to compare it to? I am holding on to both ends, so to speak and cannot let it go. There is no permanent 'thread' to support it. We have managed, so far."
"Spock, what is the greatest distance you and Christine have been from each other since your bonding?"
"Only the maximum distance that could be obtained within the Enterprise. Why?"
"Can you contact her now? Before she leaves?"
Too late. It happened as he finished his request. Spock dropped to his knees, clutching the sides of his head. Bending down to the floor, he started to howl "NO! NO! NO!" Sarek responded quickly. Coming up from behind, he laid both hands on Spock's shoulders. With firm pressure, Spock dropped like a stone, but Sarek supported him gently to the floor. Then, scooping him up with little effort, he placed his son on the sofa and covered him with a 'throw' blanket. Hitting his comm unit, he called for two assistants to come immediately. As they entered, they noticed Spock's unconscious form, but said nothing, eyes straight ahead.
"Spock's bondmate is visiting her family in Cedar Grove, Indiana today. Find the guard who escorted her to the public transporter station just now and obtain the proper coordinates. Use the embassy's transporter and retrieve her. Check Starfleet records for the home address of her parents. Her family name is 'Chapel'. Tell her that her husband is well, but requires her presence immediately. Do not cause her to be frightened. Go now."
Spock had been placed in a very deep state of unconsciousness by an expert. His experience with the severed bond was brief. Right now he was aware of nothing. Sarek would wait here for Christine's return. Seated now at his desk, he prepared for the afternoon council session.
"Chrissy, honey?"
"Yes, Mom", she called from her old bedroom. Her mother met her in the hallway.
"There are two Vulcan gentlemen at the door, they wish to speak to you."
"Cheese! I just got here!" She went to the front door. "Yes?"
"Christine, wife of Spock? Your husband is well, but requires your presence immediately."
"What?! What's that supposed to mean?"
"Please do not be alarmed. Are you able to come with us now?"
"Just a minute. Mom?! I must have forgotten something. I have to go back to the embassy. I'll comm you if we're going to be late for dinner."
"Okay, honey. See ya later!"
Christine grabbed her med kit, never went anywhere without her med kit. "Let's go." she said to her escorts. One of them spoke into a comm unit and they dematerialized right off the porch.
Christine entered Sarek's office, took one look at Spock. "Oh, god! What happened?"
"Please be calm my Daughter. Spock is well. I 'put him out' for a while. We must talk first."
"I'm listening Sarek, what happened here?"
"I speak of very personal things, but Spock is aware of this and it is acceptable amongst immediate family members. When you left by transporter, your bond was severed. I assume you are unaware of this?"
"I felt nothing, but I often feel nothing, in between the times we communicate through our bond. This is not 'normal'?"
"No. It is not. If I had known in advance that Spock was to choose you, I could have warned him. I could have explained what needed to be done for the marital bond to be successful."
"And now what?" Christine was kneeling on the floor in front of the sofa and running her scanner over him. Physically, he was fine.
"I rendered him unconscious because his mind was telling him that you did not exist, that you had died suddenly. A very traumatic experience for one such as Spock. I could not allow that to continue."
"I accept your gift of self, Sarek." Christine meant that with all her heart.
"The obligation is truly mine, in this situation. Spock will regain consciousness soon. I ask that you stay near him at this time. It will take him a few moments to realize that you are actually here, alive and well. Call for my return then."
Sarek left the room. Christine made herself comfortable on the carpet near Spock's head. She took his hand in hers, and like before, laid her face down close to his, and waited. Ten minutes later, he began to stir. "Spock...', she said in a whisper. "Spock?", a little louder. "It's me, Christine. I'm here, with you. Come to me, Spock." He opened his eyes and tears rolled down his face. They held each other so tightly, as if they were one person. Minutes passed. Then, from each, a slow release.
"Christine... I... "
"Ssssh! Don't say it. We're together. Do you know what happened to you?"
"Yes, my father tried to warn me, but then... "
"He said I should call for him when you 'came to'. Are we no longer bonded?"
"I don't know for sure. Perhaps he will help us."
"I think that is his intention. Can you sit up?"
"Yes. My shoulders are sore. I'm okay."
"He knocked you out good."
"It was for my benefit. You may call for him now."
Christine poked her head out of the office door and saw one of Sarek's assistants at a desk nearby. She asked him to please find Sarek. He would do so. Back in the office, she sat down next to Spock and folded up the blanket while they waited. Sarek came in.
"Ah, my Son, my Daughter, I regret this has occurred. I will now help you. Christine, I have to teach Spock some new, what we call 'mind rules'. During this time he will also engage a mind meld with you. It is important that you are not distracted by what we say to each other, so we'll be speaking in a 'high' Vulcan dialect you are not familiar with. Just think of something pleasant. This will be like a school 'work session'."
"I'm ready." she said with a smile, completely trusting them as they would be 'playing around' in her mind.
[In Vulcan "Spock, this will be new for you. Attend."
"Yes, Father." Christine watched... clueless, and still smiling.
"Can you tell me if Christine has any psi abilities at all, even to the smallest degree?"
"Yes, she does. But her abilities, while untrained, are of considerable strength."
"Excellent. This is what I have learned from bonding with your mother. For us to be successful, we need an 'anchor' in their mind to permanently attach our bond. Establish your meld while we continue to speak."
A moment passed. "It is accomplished."
"Good. You know how to do this. Follow the neural pathways. Seek the origin of her psi abilities. They may be scattered. You may have to reorganize them, reroute them to a better location. Take your time. Let me know when you are finished."
Several minutes passed. Sarek sat quietly. You could see the intense concentration on Spock's face. Breathing harder. "It is accomplished!" he exclaimed.
"Good. Draw out a tendril from her new psi center and weave your bond into it."
"The tendril is long and strong. It is evolving on its' own, gaining strength. I am well anchored."
"You may inform Christine of this, through the meld. I will leave you now. I am pleased for you, my Son."
"Thank you, Father." Sarek had decided that continually reminding his son that one does not thank 'logic' had become a waste of his time. Someday, he may ever start replying with 'you're welcome', but not today. He left the two of them alone.
"Christine?"
"Hi, Spock! How's it going?"
"Prepare for a new experience, our bond has been re-established. I will now withdraw from the meld."
They opened their eyes and looked at each other. Soon, Christine's eyes grew very wide open in surprise, while Spock just smiled.
"How do you like it?" he asked through the bond.
"Oh... my... god! This is incredible!"
"No deity is involved. This is how it should be. Are you pleased, my Wife?"
"You Sir, have a gift for understatement!"
Speaking now, "Let us share this good news with Father."
"Lead the way!"
Unfortunately, Sarek was already on his way to the council session. He had an important presentation to make. Spock and Christine went back to their 'home' to gather up a change of clothes for Spock. They were due back at her parents' home soon. Christine changed her mind. She wanted them to stop off at a men's clothing store first. She had something specific in mind.